My New Spear! - A Poem

What tree went to craft thee
And what the armoured forge
And what the smith to beat ye,
Spearhead in the forge.

What the arm to hold thee
That is alike to mine
And what the trail to make me
Win this weapon's word.

And what the sword more mighty
Than this weapon I do hold
For with my spear beside me
I can wound the enemy bold.

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